Who Am I? » [Stucky]

53. Conglomeration

Bucky was waiting in the dark wings in rapt eager anticipation, jiggling his legs up and down berserkly on his seat impatiently, squirming in the chair, drumming his fingertips frantically on the wooden arms of the chair. The room was compact and without the natural light or fresh air of a window and he felt trapped behind the sturdy door where he was waiting like an actor about to make a magnificent victorious entrance onto stage; he rehearsed his opening over and over in his head. He had tremendous tremors and his jittering nerves were eating away at him until they swallowed him whole.

Steve was stood politely greeting guests by the elevator door, and Tony cranked up the powerful speakers. Thunderstruck by AC/DC blared through the speaker system, rattling every loose cabinet, vibrating every surface and filling the ears of the guests. He nodded casually along to the snappy repetitive rhythm guitar and swayed his hips as he withdrew a fresh bottle of alcohol from the cupboard and untwisted the lid of the Jack Daniel's whiskey bottle with great pleasure; the lid made a quiet rapping noise as it came loose and twirled off. Pepper gave him a glare as he already started on the alcohol, but allowed him to continue on the special occasion, but gave him a warning glance and twisted the knob down on the speaker system, just to avoid bursting ear drums.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Sam Wilson chuckled merrily, rushing towards Steve with a fantastic grin plastered to his giddy face, his arms open as he welcomed Steve into a loving man-to-man hug. He thumped him on the back a few times and nodded his head. "How're you doing, man?" He couldn't wipe the star-struck smile off his pleased face.

"I'm doing great. How are you?" Sam's happiness was infectious, spreading like a virus in the air, causing Steve to grin right back at him.

"I'm good, I'm good. It's great to see you. It's been a while!" He strolled into the communal room of the tower, catching Stark's eye and fangirling internally; his heart rate leaping through the roof. "You should stop by DC more often. You know you're always welcome?"

"Of course, Sam. I've just been busy..." Steve lounged lazily by the door as he saw his mate wander about aimlessly in amazement, looking all around the room with eyes like dishes and his head rotating on his neck as he took in the broad space.

"Well, I'm not leaving here until we get a date arranged!" Sam jabbed a finger at him in the air with an absurd accusatory look on his features.

"Alright, buddy. If you say so."

"I'm not gonna let Captain Little-ass get too big for his boots and skip out on seeing me. Oh no..." He shook his head and smiled crookedly, massively pleased with himself.

Tony snorted from the bar, laughing reclusively as he poured himself a handsome helping of a drink.

"Whatever, Falcon big-butt!" Steve teased.

Sam walked over to greet Tony, modestly strolling up with his hands clasped formally before him; trying to make a good first impression.

"Mr Stark-"

"Tony, please," he greeted him with a friendly welcoming smile, extending his unoccupied hand across the bar and offering it to Sam.

"Tony... It's an honour to meet you. I'm a big fan of your work, and it's an honour to be here today." He bowed his head slightly as he greeted him, gushing with energy and excitement.

"Well, Sam, any friend of Steve's is a friend of mine... The pleasure's all mine."

Rhodey passed through the doorway, his hands clasped behind his back as he entered quietly, observing the party members currently occupying the spacious space.

"James!" Steve chimed happily, smiling at him.

"Captain..." He gave a reserved nod of the head. "It's a pleasure to see you again."